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Flying Baby

My friend Judy puts a poem up now and again on her blog. I read this on the Christian Science Monitor, and couldn’t resist following in her footsteps.

Flying Baby

A baby sits quietly on his mother’s lap, frightened and calm, weary and curious, beloved – and so – loving. Old ladies struggling with irregular carry-ons spot him like a star on the horizon. Passing by, each one touches the baby’s head with detached and utter affection, sparks of God.– C. Malcolm Ellsworth

Create

"The creative act is not an act of creation in the sense of the Old Testament. It does not create something out of nothing: it uncovers, selects, reshuffles, combines, synthesizes already existing facts, ideas, faculties, skills." ~Arthur Koestler